The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: 017 Irritable Young Master Jiang, ordinary high school senior_2

Translator: 549690339

A full page of complete and clear notes plus theorems, with the last line— “Master Jiang:[What exactly is this nonsense the teachers are spouting?]”

[Chill out with an INIO paper]

Master Jiang endured several days of taking thorough notes before voicing his doubt—

[Why am I even sitting here listening to the lecture?]”

Following that, there were several pages on analyzing planetary density based on celestial movement, likely intended for others to read—

Master Jiang:[Why do I need to explain such an easy question?]

After seriously analyzing celestial movement for a few more days, he finally burst out—

[Has Jiang Xijue’s brain been eaten by a zombie]?

[Ming Dongheng seems like a paramecium]

[I want to blow Xu Nanjing up]

[What on earth are these three?]

[It’s hard to imagine any university admitting them]

It was evident that he wasn’t paying much attention in class, frequently daydreaming and coldly snarking with an indifferent face.

Bai Lian was almost dying of laughter from these words.

She took out her phone, someone seemed to have recalled something about what was written in his notebook, noticing an unread message from an hour ago.

Teacher Jiang:[Look at something useful]

Lazily tapping on her phone, Bai Lian replied: [Like a paramecium?]

Teacher Jiang:[…]

Bai Lian:[,]

Jiang Fulai on the other side stared at the comma for a while before finding a video in his album and sending it over.

Bai Lian clicked on it to take a look—it was a very magnificent blue fire ring, surrounded by transparent blue flames.

Her eyes lit up: [What’s this?]

Teacher Jiang:[Shockwave Mach Ring]

Bai Lian saved the video: [It’s beautiful]

Teacher Jiang:[Happy now?]

Bai Lian:[.]

She leaned on the desk, repeatedly watching the Mach Ring and casting Shi Yutong and Ren Wanxuan to the back of her mind, before lazily propping up her chin and nonchalantly beginning to jot down the other serious analyses he had written.

Behind her.

A bunch of people were gesturing at Zhang Shize to ask around.

As people of the same class, they were united, and the new student didn’t look like someone who would steal from others.

Don’t ask why, it’s just the beautifying filter they have for the attractive ones.

Zhang Shize replied with a look: [Why don’t you ask?]

It was a joke, having already been up close to Bai Lian transforming and going on a rampage, he wasn’t keen on getting himself killed, at least not right now. Everyone looked as if it was obvious: [Of course, because you’re handsome].

Zhang Shize:[Seems like dying once isn’t such a bad idea].

Zhang Shize struggled internally for a long time, he saw that the desk in front of him didn’t seem so dangerous, even starting to leisurely play with the milk that had just fallen on the floor.

Only then did he reach out, gently tapping on the shoulder of the person in front of him.

Bai Lian rested one hand on the desk, slightly turning her body with a lazy look in her eyes, “Speak.” _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

“Oh,” Zhang Shize touched his nose, “about that issue with Class 8, can it be resolved? What’s the situation now?”

He had been helping his mother with housework for the past two days, completely worn out, having to wake her up every morning for breakfast, and was planning to catch up on sleep at noon. But that plan had been disrupted by the people from Class 8.

The rest of the students in Class 15 seemed to be hunched over their work, but each of them was all ears.

Even Ning Xiao, Zhang Shize’s brooding deskmate, lifted his head.

“It’s resolved.” Bai Lian turned back leisurely to take a sip of her milk and wrote down a character.

Zhang Shize was taken aback.

Just as he was about to ask how it was resolved, Lu Lingxi walked in through the classroom door, gently placing an invitation on the desk, “Don’t keep such valuable things in your backpack next time, if it gets stolen, you might even be falsely accused.”

“Oh.” Bai Lian nodded.

Her deskmate, Yang Lin, saw the invitation Lu Lingxi had brought back—it was indeed Bai Lian’s—”…’

She remained silent as if she wanted to curse about something, but in the end, said nothing, silently taking out a book to work on problems.